beg for chivalry

The two assassins squatted by the wooden bridge and watched boredly, holding long pipes in their hands, their heads touching and smoking cigarettes one after another.A few days ago, Hou Tianlou robbed a batch of Tamba wild rice from Luzon. When lit on fire, it gave off a delicate fragrance.

An assassin exhaled white smoke from his nostrils, looking at the withered bridge corridor with disinterest.This place used to be a lively place. Shops selling glutinous rice cold cakes were set up on the corridor, and there were also peddlers selling ponytail fake buns, leopard foreheads, and jade bracelets, shouting loudly and hanging up a dazzling array of bright goods. Full of wooden shelves, bustling and bustling, full of noise.Now it is desolate and withered, the weeds grow as high as the railing, and the clumps cover the knees, and it is barren and desolate at a glance.

White smoke escaped from the assassin's lips, and he sighed leisurely: "...These days have been too hard."

"I've never been settled, what's the matter?" The other person leaned against the railing listlessly, and glanced feebly at the river beach from time to time.

Huo Nineteenth and Huo Seventeenth carried the suitcase containing Gold Five over there, maybe they would torture and humiliate the half-dead tuberculosis ghost, they were not in that mood, so they waited here.

Another assassin said, "However, these days have been difficult. Last time I was tortured in the wooden tower. Some people were lost in the water department and the fire department. Now the work of ten people is spread to six." It's on people's heads!"

"Has Tube betrayed?"

"I heard that some of them have rebelled. If all the rebellions are over, then no one will clean our swords, raise their scabbards, and repair the beams of Tongle Temple. To be honest, after Shui Jiu took over the seat of the young master, which moonlight The money is a lot tighter, and they are the only ones who can make a lot of money." The assassin lowered his head and fiddled with the hilt of his sword, laughing like self-deprecating.

Another assassin laughed and said, "Then how does that compare to that young host?"

The two of them wanted to say a few more words, but one of them raised his head suddenly, his eyes narrowed suddenly, the other was just about to laugh at him, but he quickly swallowed his breath into his throat.

A hoarse and rough voice came faintly in the wind: "...Maybe it will be more mean than Shui Jiu."

"You two...would never want him to go back to Houtianlou."

The sun is setting on the decaying grass, the trees are rustling, and a figure suddenly appears at one end of the covered bridge.The man was wearing a loose shirt, holding a long sword with a silver handle, and his pale face was full of blue eyes, shining fiercely.

Without wearing a ghost mask, that person really looked like a ghost.

When the assassins saw the man, they turned over and jumped up!Saying that it was too late, the two quickly drew their swords out of their sheaths, slipped a porcelain whistle from their sleeves and handed it to their mouths, blowing it with all their might.

A sharp whistle pierced the sky, and as soon as the whistle sounded, the man jumped into the bridge corridor.The green trees outside the corridor are shaded, and the green willows are swaying weakly in the evening wind, like a curtain of ten thousand curtains.The willow leaves fluttered with the sword wind, more like drizzle.

Veins sprouted on the assassin's neck, and he whispered to the man, "Raksha...Jin Wu!"

"Damn it! Ninety percent of the fire is not enough to do anything, and more than enough to kill a sick child!" Another person cursed, but he did not dare to slack off at all to pull out the sword blade from the copper scabbard.

But now they can't complain anymore.Because the assassin had just been pierced through the head with a sword by this person, and his body was lying on the bank of the river.

Jin Wu nodded and said, "It's me."

Among the willow leaves, the corridor bridge is desolate and chilling, and the sunset is overwhelming, and every bridge pillar seems to be dripping with dark blood.At one end of the bridge are two murderous ghosts, and at the other end is a black-clothed Rakshasa.

The two assassins rushed from left to right, Jin Wu stood still, but his wrists were pulled inward for an instant, the sword light and the sparkling water light flashed together, turning up and down.He firmly held the sword, swiping between the two of them like a long snake spit out a letter.The sword style was exquisite but fierce, and a gust of wind was blown up in an instant, hitting the waist and abdomen of the two of them fiercely!

The Houtianlou Assassin has always been a ruthless character who will not hesitate to lose his life, even if his heart is injured, his flesh and blood will not stop.The assassins rushed forward relentlessly, Jin Wu frowned, raised his hand and pulled the butterfly piece in his sleeve, and the six plum blossom sleeve arrows were fired at once, piercing the evening wind like an eagle's chirping.

In an instant, Jin Wu grabbed a few pebbles in his sleeve with his hands and threw them violently.The pebbles he picked up from the river beach were round and hard, they popped out like grasshoppers, and immediately attacked the assassin.It's a pity that the two assassins stepped on the bridge railing to dodge, the pebble hit the porch pillar, and bounced high with a crisp sound.

In the blink of an eye, the swords and shadows of the three clashed, and bright sparks burst out in the bridge corridor at dusk.

"Where's Huo Nineteen?" the assassin asked, dripping with cold sweat.He was intertwining with the Golden Crow swords, and they were firmly pressed against each other.Jinwu didn't wear a rakshasa ghost mask, his face was bloodless and his eyes were sharp, like the dim light of a firefly, which became more and more breathtaking.

Jin Wu said mockingly: "There must be someone between me and him who will die. But now that I'm here, do you think he's still alive?"

"You... the poisoning is also used to deceive the left master? Mu Shiyi did examine your condition that day... saying that all the viscera have turned into plasma!" the assassins roared.

Jin Wu smiled slightly at them, "This is true."

"It's just that you two... are no match for the current me."

Before he finished speaking, the Raksha ghost violently exerted force with both hands, and at the same time kicked out suddenly, pushing one person away several feet in an instant.

The kicked-off assassin staggered awkwardly on the upturned bridge, rolled several times, and fell into the haystack outside the corridor.

The assassin got up, and Fang wanted to take the sword to kill Jinwu again, but saw an assassin with a ghost face sitting blankly by the river beach not far away, it was Huo Shiqi.His face was covered with blood, his hands were also bleeding, and he was staring at the fight in the covered bridge in a daze.

"Huo Shiqi, what are you doing in a daze! Come and help!" the assassin roared.

After Huo Shiqi heard this, it took him a long time to come back to his senses, and he shrank his neck cowardly and crawled up.The assassin caught a glimpse of a tear in the back of his clothes, revealing a white back, perhaps outlined by branches.Huo Shiqi trotted over, his eyes flickered, and he didn't dare to look at him like he was guilty.

The assassin stared thoughtfully at the man's bleeding fingertips, his eyes full of suspicion. Why did the Raksha ghost kill Huo Nineteen but let Huo Seventeen go?There seemed to be traces of beatings and torture on this person, which made people even more suspicious.

So the assassin patted Huo Shiqi on the shoulder, and said calmly: "Turn around and move more nimbly. There is a big maple silkworm on your clothes, I will catch it for you. Go and help us deal with the young landlord... Jin Wu later. "

Huo Shiqi said embarrassingly: "No...no need, let's go and help."

The fighting in the covered bridge was still going on, and the sound of crossing halberds was endless, and each sound was more anxious than the clang, which was shocking to the ears.

The assassin suddenly yelled: "Turn around if I want you, why talk so much!" Then he stretched out his hand to catch Huo Shiqi.Seeing this, Huo Shiqi felt something was wrong, he turned around and wanted to run away, but he was grabbed by the back of his skirt and slammed backwards.

There was only a tearing sound, and the assassin suddenly grabbed the shirt and pulled it to the sides, tearing it apart violently.Huo Shiqi felt the cold wind blowing on his bare back, and his face turned pale with fright. Just when he was about to turn around, his throat suddenly felt a pain, and the sharp blade touched his throat.

The assassin held a sword in his hand at some point, and pressed the blade to his neck.With suspicious eyes wandering behind, the assassin asked him coldly:

"You don't have wishful lines on your back. Huobu's wishful lines are all on your back..."

"…Who are you?"

One point in the setting sun, ten hectares of mist.The long steps of the covered bridge diffuse into the blood-colored sunset, and the river surface is sparkling with gold. When the wind blows, it is like a piece of yellow sand buried in bones, without any movement.

This place is desolate and cold, as quiet as a scroll of bamboo curtains painted with heavy colors, even people are quiet, as if frozen in the red sunset.

Jin Wu stood in the covered bridge, holding a sword in his hand, and a dead body was lying across his feet.Blood overflowed from under the assassin's body and flowed to the soles of his feet.

"610 six." Jin Wu stared at the corpse, his heart was calm but seemed a little numb, without a trace of pain, as if he was sinking deeper and deeper in the boundless quagmire.He thought to himself that he was indeed an evil ghost, and killing people was nothing more than a piece of cake for him.

Another assassin appeared at the other end of the covered bridge. He held a person in his arms, put his long sword on that person's neck, and shouted loudly: "Jin Wu! If you don't want this person to lose his life, quickly kill him!" Drop the sword!"

The legs of the man held hostage by the assassin kept trembling. Although he was wearing the black silk military uniform of the Houtianlou assassin, he had a ghost mask on his face, revealing a face that had been brutally shaved off.

The person being kidnapped is Yu Yiwei, although he was pretending to be Huo Shiqi, he was exposed twice today.At this moment, he was almost scared to death, and his head was as confused as if it was filled with paste.

Yu Yi was not panicked but confused.He was first tortured by Huo Nineteen, and the sick young man who looked like a golden crow that they put in the suitcase before suddenly came out of the suitcase and killed the two assassins.Now it's his own life, he slipped away without paying attention, and was caught by another assassin, who wanted to blackmail the sick young man who was killing in the covered bridge.

Jin Wu stared at Yu Yiwei, his eyes froze on that bloody face.After a long time, he suddenly smiled: "What's the point of threatening me with someone I've never met?"

The assassin froze for a moment, as if struck by five thunders.The reason why an evil ghost who is eager to kill will let his opponent go is not because of his allies.Yu Yiwei's heart suddenly rose to his throat, but then quickly sank, as if it had sunk to the bottom of his feet.

The blade pressed against the throat became tighter and tighter, Yu Yiwei only felt a pain in his neck, and a few traces of bright red blood flowed down.Since the Golden Crow cannot be threatened, the assassin holding him may have already become murderous!

"Wait, wait!" Yu Yiwei yelled suddenly, waving his hands, this yelling stopped the actions of the assassin and Jinwu, and the eyes of the two fell on him.

Yu Yiwei stared at Jinwu, and said word by word: "I recognize you." His mouth was covered in blood, and he had broken several wounds, so it was extremely difficult to speak.

Jin Wu casually cast his gaze elsewhere, tapped his shoulder with the scabbard, "It's no wonder you don't recognize me, there are few people in the world who don't recognize me."

"I don't recognize the black-clothed Rakshasa, but I recognize the Golden Crow." Yu Yiwei shook his head, "You are the Golden Crow, we met each other in Ningyuanhou Mansion when we were young."

He stretched out his hand, tremblingly wiped the blood on half of his face, but immediately grinned in pain, and flinched. "Although my face is useless, you... won't recognize who I am..."

The more Yu Yi said this, the more he couldn't lift his head up, and his voice gradually weakened.He doesn't know what he's talking about, is he asking someone to help him, trying to make friends with relatives when life and death are at stake?He and Jinwu only met once, and the other party may have forgotten him long ago.

Hearing this, the assassin stared at him with bloodshot eyes, and shouted violently: "You really have an old relationship with Jin Wu!" Cut off!

With a flash of cold light, Yu Yiwei was already covered in cold sweat, his heart was beating wildly like a burst, and he felt that he should die here violently.

But before the sword touched his neck, it was already broken.The body of the sword was shattered in an instant, as if a ghost had passed by in an instant, chopping the sword in his throat.

Jin Wu slashed out with a sword with lightning speed, the sword style was strong but delicate, and the sword and the assassin's head were cut off in an instant!His moves were really undetectable, galloping across thousands of miles in an instant like lightning.

Warm blood splashed all over his head and face, Yu Yi was stunned, his chest heaved violently, and the illusory feeling of the rest of his life welled up in his heart.

"Of course I know you. I will never forget anyone who has seen you." The Raksha ghost glanced at him and said plainly, "The man from the British government in Bingzhou is called Xu Fan."

It seems that this name has not been evoked for too long, and it brings up a feeling of nostalgia like dust.

Yu Yi didn't stay for a long time before he nodded hesitantly.

Jin Wu smiled suddenly, and put the sword back into its sheath after shaking the blood.He has sharp eyebrows and eyes, but when he laughs, he is a little gentler, looking a bit human.He took out Fang Supa from his sleeve, threw it into Yu Yi's arms that were not stained with blood, and teased:

"I'm down and out, but it seems to you... that I'm not having a good time either."